I received a call from my then 13 yr old daughter crying, saying her chest hurt. I rushed over to pick her up from daycare to take her to the doctor’s office. She greeted me angrily “I wish you wouldn’t go ahead and make an appointment after I told you I didn’t want to go to the doctor’s!”
Having turned 13, she would no longer be able to attend daycare after this summer session. She wanted to squeeze every moment of time she could with her friends and teachers, now as the summer was drawing to a close.
As I drove her, she moved her body as far away from me in the front passenger seat as she could. Her aversion to me and any contact included giving me the silent treatment.
Hey, remember me? The lady who adores you and cares about you? The one who nursed your many fevers and handled hundreds of diapers? Remember me? The one who has to do unpopular things when I know you are not yet able to discern and appreciate these decisions. The battle waging within you to grow up so fast and yet, stay a child.
The doctor gave her an inhaler to outrule asthma, and we discussed several cardiac conditions that may cause similar symptoms. She was a part of the conversation, so she must have surmised that it was a worthwhile visit. As we left the office, she reached for my hand to hold, “I love you Momma.”
And all is back to normal, my child is back.
“I love you too! Being a parent means sometimes doing the unpopular thing out of love. ”
She turned toward me and smiled, “I know.”
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